Lay down all those instruments of navigation,

'cause we're already lost.

And maybe we

will come apart at the seams.

Am I losing you?

Are you losing me?

Are you losing me?

Are you losing me?



So lay down all those instruments of navigation.

Cause we're already lost.

And maybe we

will fall apart at the seams?

Am I through with you?

Have you had enough of me?

Are you losing me?

Are you losing me?



I waited up all night

and my thoughts were all of desolation.

But the best part

of waiting up all night

was in the morning

when I didn't feel a thing.



I woke up this morning

and he had already gone.

(there's his keys where he left them)

And how did he

even need someone to be

the one for him?

I thought he was the one for me.

Is he losing me?

Is he losing me?



And I waited up all night.

And my thoughts were all of desolation.

But the best part of waiting up all night

was in the morning when I didn't feel a thing.



But the best part of waiting up all night

was in the morning when

I didn't feel a thing.

I didn't feel a thing.